Screaming.
Shouting.
Swearing.
An air of hysteria.
I hear a crash.
I curl up in bed,
ever the frightened
Child,
as I go downstairs the
Man.
A phone call, and lights flash in the
Dark.
Illuminating the goldfish bowl.
He’s gone.
I take
Charge.
Holding her off.
Talking calmly.
It’s over now.
It’s over now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
., ..... im speechless confused, lost and dazed and yet slightly, wierdly im... Amazed Great Poem Dan Love, Melissa